Last Chance - L. P. Dover Page 0,2
want to imagine another guy fucking her when it should be me. “I don’t, huh?”
“Nope. All I can say is, he’s not a dirtbag like you,” she stated, grinning smugly.
“Ouch. I didn’t realize you hated me so much, even after I just saved you. Where’s all this hostility coming from? We used to be friends.” I didn’t realize she hated me as much as she did. That was about to change.
She smiled, but there was no humor in it. “No hostility, just stating facts. I appreciate you helping me today though. And if you don’t mind, I really need to be heading back.”
Breaking that ice cold shell of hers was going to be tough. “All right, let me get the gas can.” I started for the door, but then my phone rang. It was right in front of Lara so she slid it to me; it was Chance Harris, a fellow motocross racer, and a good friend. “Give me one second, and then I’ll take you back.”
Lara nodded and pulled out her phone, busying herself.
“Dude, what’s up?” I said into the phone.
“Nothing much, man. Thought I’d let you know I’m having a party tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow, huh? I think I can manage that.” Lara glanced up at me and I winked, making her huff and roll her eyes. I loved that I could get under her skin. “Is it all right if I bring someone?”
“Fuck yeah. The more the merrier. Who ya bringing this time?”
There was a list of girls I could bring, ones who would suck my dick in a heartbeat if I let them, but that wasn’t what I wanted. It wasn’t fun if there wasn’t a challenge. “Don’t worry, I got someone in mind. We’ll see ya there.”
“Sounds good, bro.” We hung up and I set my phone down, waiting for Lara to look up at me. When she did, I smiled.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
I watched her bite her lip and my dick twitched. “Want to go to a party tomorrow night?”
She snorted. “You’re joking, right?”
“Why would I be joking?”
She shoved her phone into her purse. “Uh, I don’t know. Maybe because I’m not your type. Once you moved on from Kate, your standards went lower than your IQ. I don’t want people to think I’m one of your conquests.”
“I didn’t think you were the type to care what people thought.”
She shrugged. “I don’t, but I still have a reputation to protect. Unlike you, I’m an owner of a well-established restaurant. You can fuck twelve donkeys in a night and still be on top of the motocross world. I can’t do that.”
I burst out laughing. I didn’t consider the girls I’d slept with to be donkeys, but it confirmed what I’d wanted to know for a long time. Lara was jealous; I could see it in her eyes. “Twelve donkeys? Where do you come up with this shit?”
She huffed. “Don’t know. It just comes out when you’re around.”
“I think I kind of like it,” I said, leaning against the counter. “I tell you what, come with me tomorrow and I’ll consider it payment for saving you today. If not, you’ll have to eat dinner with me at the tavern.”
Narrowing her gaze, she studied me. “No, to both. Can we go now?”
Grabbing the keys to my truck, I pointed to the door. “The gas is in my garage. I’d hate for you to miss your hot date tonight.”
She lifted her chin and stood. “That’s right. I don’t want to be late.” She walked out the door, but not before something fell out of her purse.
Laughing to myself, I picked it up and threw it on my counter. I’d give her this round, but I wasn’t giving up.
“So you rode on his motorcycle?” Summer asked.
I had been my twin sister’s protector after her husband died in an illegal MMA fight, but now the roles had reversed. I could hear the disapproval in her voice through the phone. “Yeah, but he didn’t go too fast.” I grabbed a packet of popcorn out of the cabinet and put it in the microwave. “Believe me, I didn’t want to, but it was my only option.”
“Thank God you’re okay. I’ve seen that boy ride. What happened after that?” She knew Luke would be up to something.
I hesitated for a second before responding. “He invited me to a party tomorrow night.”
“Are you going with him?” she asked incredulously.
I sighed. “Hell no. I have no intention of letting him anywhere near my